This is Mary’s new iPhone.
My niece made it, and it’s easily the most coveted item in our house. Everyone wants it but no one can touch it. After all, Mary has a data plan to consider.
Mary uses it like a fully functional phone — she takes pictures, she texts, she FaceTimes my mom. When she’s across the room from me, she lifts her phone to her ear to talk to me..
In this photo she’s showing Anna a cute puppy video.
Her only complaint is that it doesn’t have Find my iPhone capabilities. Last time I lost my phone she asked me about the whole DING DING DING process. When I explained it, she got a far-off, wistful look, and said, “Wow. I wish my phone had that. When I lose my phone I have to…look for it…”
Mmhmm, Mary. That’s right. You have to look for it. If you’re implying I replace your homemade phone with a real one, you should make yourself comfortable because you’re in for a speech entitled “I was 22 when I got my first phone, and when I was a kid, we had to get chicken pox the hard way.”
But if what you’re asking for is for me to make a little icon and stick it to your pretend phone, I can probably handle that.
One morning I took a blanket out to the backyard and we all sprawled across it. Looking up, I said, “Look guys, there’s not a cloud in the sky.” And Mary corrected me, “Mommy, there just aren’t clouds over us. There ARE clouds in other parts of the sky.”
And then she started tapping on her phone, I can only assume she was Googling “Support groups for children of plebeians.”